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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.