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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.