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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Wings,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.