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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Wings,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.