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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.