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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.