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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.