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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Slits to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
The Names,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.