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 Angola 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.