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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.