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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Monolake,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.