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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.