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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.