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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Faust,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.