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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.