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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.