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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.