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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.