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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.