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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.