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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.