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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.