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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
DJ Style,
ABC,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.