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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.