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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Q65,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.