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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Pole,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.