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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.