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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.