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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
June Days,
The Monks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.