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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.