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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.