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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.