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 United States and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.