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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.