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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Interpol to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.