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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Deakin,
The Names,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.