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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.