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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and 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.