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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.