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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.