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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Q65,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.