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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.