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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.