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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lagos and Milan.
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 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.