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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.