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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.