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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Althea and Donna 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
the Germs,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.