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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
cv313,
Jawbox,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Fear,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.