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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
The Names,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.