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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.