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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Kayak,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.