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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.