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 Bangladesh 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.