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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.