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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.