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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.