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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.