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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Technova,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.