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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.