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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.