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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.