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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.