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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.