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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.