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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.