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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.