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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.