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 Zimbabwe 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.