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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.