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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.