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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Niagra,
Wire,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.