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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 organ 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.