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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.