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 the UAE 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.