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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.