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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.