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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Warsaw 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.