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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.