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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.