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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.