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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
The Move,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.