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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 presents Echospace to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.