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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 PIL to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.