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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.