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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.