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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Names,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.