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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.