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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Interpol,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.