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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.