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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.