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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.