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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.