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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.