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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.