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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.