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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Faust,
AZ,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.