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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.