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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.