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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.