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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.