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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
ABC,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.