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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.