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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.