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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.