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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.