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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Japan,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.