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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.