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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.