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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.