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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.