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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.