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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.