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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.