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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.