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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.