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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.