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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.