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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.