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 Norway and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.