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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.