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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.