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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.