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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.