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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.