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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.