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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Franke,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.