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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.