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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.