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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.