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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.