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 Ethiopia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.