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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Section 25,
UT,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.