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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Index,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.