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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.