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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.