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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.