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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.