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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.