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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.