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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.