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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.