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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.