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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.