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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.