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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.