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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.