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 Tonga 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.