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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.