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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.