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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.