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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Jandek,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.