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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.