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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Swans,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.