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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.