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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.