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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.