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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.