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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.