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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.