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 Somalia and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Whodini,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.