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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.