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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.