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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.