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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.