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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.