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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 DNA to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Litter,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.