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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
UT,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.