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 Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s 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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.