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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
UT,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.