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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.