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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.