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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.