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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.