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 India and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.