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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.