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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.