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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Index,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.