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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.