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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.