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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Index,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.