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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.