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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.