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 Jordan and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.