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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.