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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.