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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Magma,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.