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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.