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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.