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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Can,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Television,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.