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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.