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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.