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 Greece 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.