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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.