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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.