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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.