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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.