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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.