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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.