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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.