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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
the Association,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.