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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.