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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.