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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mills. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Neu!,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.