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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.