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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.