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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Symarip,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.