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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.