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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.