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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
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New Order,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.