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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.