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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.