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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.