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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.