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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.