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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
MC5,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.