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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
The Motions,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.