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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.