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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Franke,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.