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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.