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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Television,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.