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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.