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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.