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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.