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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.