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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.