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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.