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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.