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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.