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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.