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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Mars,
This Heat,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.