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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.