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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.