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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.