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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Scion to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.