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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.