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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.