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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.