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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.