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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.