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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.