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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.