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 India 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.