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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Index 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.