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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.