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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.