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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.