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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
10cc,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.