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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
JFA,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.