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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.