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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fear to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The New Christs,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.