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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
UT,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.