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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.