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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Nico,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.