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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Ultravox,
UT,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.