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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.