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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.