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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.