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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.