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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.