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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.