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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.