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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Make Up,
Fear,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.