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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.