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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.