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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.