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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.