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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.