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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.