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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.