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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.