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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Quantec to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.