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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.