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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.