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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.