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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.