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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.