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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.