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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.