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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monks to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.