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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.