Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.

All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Isaac Hayes, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Glenn Branca, the Association, The Star Department, KRS-One, Marine Girls, The Toasters, Bob Dylan, A Certain Ratio, Throbbing Gristle, Harry Pussy, Sound Behaviour, Bill Wells, Carl Craig, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Section 25, Gang Green, Kenny Larkin, Swans, Essential Logic, Royal Trux, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Qualms, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Faraquet, Piero Umiliani, Unrelated Segments, Scion, This Heat, Ultimate Spinach, Silicon Teens, The Searchers, The Black Dice, Cecil Taylor, Infiniti, Yazoo, Minor Threat, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Warren Ellis, Kango’s Stein Massive, Subhumans, Sun Ra, Sexual Harrassment, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Boz Scaggs, The Fuzztones, These Immortal Souls, Camouflage, Rod Modell, Max Romeo, Mad Mike, Ken Boothe, Nation of Ulysses, The Sound, Schoolly D, Main Source, The Sonics, Soul Sonic Force, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)