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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Byron Stingily 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.