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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.