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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.