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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Nico,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.