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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.