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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.