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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
PIL,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.