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 Congo 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.