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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.