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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.