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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Little Man,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.