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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.