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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.