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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.