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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Wire,
Qualms,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.