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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
cv313,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Index,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.