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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.