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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
X-101,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.