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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.