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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.