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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.