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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.