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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
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.