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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.