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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Darondo,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.