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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.