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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Technova,
Unwound,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.