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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Fear,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.