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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.