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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.