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 Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.