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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.