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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.