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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Ten City,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Pole,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.