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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.