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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.