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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Kayak,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.