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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.