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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.