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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.