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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.