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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Nas,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.