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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.