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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.