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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.