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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.