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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.