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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scan 7 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.