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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.