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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.