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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Slave to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.