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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.