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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Motorama,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
PIL,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.