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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.