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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet 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?
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.