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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.