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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.