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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.