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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.