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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Litter,
DNA,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.