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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.