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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
X-102,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.