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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.