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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.