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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.