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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.