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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Fear,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.