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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.