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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.