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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.