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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.