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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.