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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.