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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.