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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.