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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.