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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.