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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
The Evens,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.