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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.