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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
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.