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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Make Up to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Mars,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.