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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.