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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.