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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.