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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.