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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.