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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.