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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.