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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.