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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.