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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.