Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Television,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.