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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.