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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.