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 Turkey and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.