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 Zambia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 the Normal to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Pylon,
AZ,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.