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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.