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 Benin 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Rakim,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.