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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.