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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.