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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.