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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.