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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Crime,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.