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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.