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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tears for Fears 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.