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 Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.