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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Wire,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.