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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Slave,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.