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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 AZ to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The Names,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.