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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Can,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.