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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.