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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.