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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.