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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.