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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.