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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.