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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Mars,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.