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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.