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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.