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-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.