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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.