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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.