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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish 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 grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
the Germs,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.