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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Index,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.