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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.