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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.