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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.