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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.