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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.