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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.