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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.