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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.