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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.