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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.