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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.