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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.