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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.