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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pole to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.