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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.