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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.