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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.