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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Remains 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.