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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.