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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.