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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.