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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.