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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.