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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon 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?
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.