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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.