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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.