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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.