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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.