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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.