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 India and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.