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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.