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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Wings,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.