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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.