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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.