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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Brick,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.