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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
UT,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.