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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.