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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.