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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.