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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.