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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Little Man,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.