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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Swans,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.