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 Antigua and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.