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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.