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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.