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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.