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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
CMW,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.