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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.