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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.