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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.