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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.