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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.