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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.