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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.