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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.