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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.