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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.