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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.