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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.