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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.