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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.