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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.