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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
the Association,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.