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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.