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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.