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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.