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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Japan,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.