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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.