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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.