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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.