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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring 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?
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.