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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
X-101,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.