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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.