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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.