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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.