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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
the Association,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.