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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.