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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.