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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.