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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.