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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.