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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.