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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.