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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.