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 Malawi and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.