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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.