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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.