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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.