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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.