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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.