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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.