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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.