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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.