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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Nico,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.