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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.