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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Liliput,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.