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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.