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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.