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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.