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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.