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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Faust,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.