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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.