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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
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Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.