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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.