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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.