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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Slave,
Swans,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.