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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Organ,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.